Hate You, Love You. | Jenlisa

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A throat clears rather loudly, interrupting and bringing us back to reality. Lisa slips her hands from my waist and steps back, leaving a healthy distance between us but I'm too flushed to move.

'I want to protect you, Princess.'

That line is going to play in my head for a really long time, I just know it.

"Am I interrupting something?" Hyejun asks, rather angrily might I add as he stares Lisa and I down. Mostly Lisa if I'm being honest because if looks could kill, then Lisa is as good as dead.

"Yes," Lisa replies rather smugly. "You are."

Hyejun narrows his eyes and turns his attention to me. When he sees my face, his expression softens. "Did she do anything to you?"

So he hadn't been watching all this time?

"Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying, Hyejun."

He turns his gaze to Lisa but she simply shrugs. "You said something to her, didn't you?"

"I didn't tell her anything that wasn't true," she answers cryptically. We share a look, a silent understanding of the sorts. We are not to breathe a word about what we talked about to anyone-it's our little secret.

Much like my first two secrets, the former being Kai and the latter being Officer Bogum, I intend to keep my mouth shut, at least till things blow over or spiral out of control.

Hyejun looks at us again and sighs in resignation because he knows he won't get a straight answer from anyone.

"Jen, can we go?"

Sure."

He casts a lingering, almost threatening last glance at Lisa before walking in the direction of the car with me in tow. As I follow closely behind him, I can feel Lisa's stare on my back, her prickling stare that makes me want to run back to her just to feel her hands on my waist again.

But, I don't go back.

We make it to Hyejun's car and he opens the passenger's side for me and I get it. He moves into the driver's side and backs out of the parking lot, speeding (within the legal limit) into the freeway.

The car is filled with silence and tension, unwarranted tension. Even the radio can't do a great job at diffusing the tension which is saying something because I love listening to music on the ride home.

Hyejun has a frown perched on his face, a 360 degree turn from his mood earlier in the day. His jaw ticks slightly with each turn he makes on the road leading to my home and his hands grip the steering wheel a little too tightly.

What the fuck is his problem?

"With all due respect, Officer Bogum," I say jeeringly. "What the actual fuck is your problem?"

"I don't like that girl," he says flatly.

Really? What gave that away?

"The only thing you know is her name! Seriously, what is the issue? Because you barely know her."

"I'm a cop. I know bad company when I see one."

That earns him an eye roll but too bad he can't see it. "I know we're playing pretend siblings, but you can quit the big brother act now. If I wasn't there, you probably would have had her head on a stake. What did she ever do to you?"

He doesn't answer my question initially, instead there's a pregnant pause and a quick glaze at me. The glaze is followed by a shake of his bleach blonde hair.

"I just don't like her. Plain and simple."

Something tells me he's lying but I don't want to push it. He may know that Lisa is in a gang. In fact, I believe that's the reason for his hostility.